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When you exhale
Into my life
I become
Nothing more
Than
A bubble dweller
Sometimes you inflate
My dwelling with
gentle whispers
Of wind...
Increasing my self
Esteem with every
Every breath
I rely on you
For my
Habitat
But is this fair?
What if you're not
Conscious?
What if you
Forget
I live here?
What if you get
tired of blowing
Bubbles?
Will I
Cease to
exist?
Does my
happiness
depend on
The strength
Of your
Lungs?
I long to be
Free
Outside the transparent
Walls
Connected to
More than
Just you
At last my dwelling
Has bursted
I'm independent
Of you
Now you are
The proud owner
Of a bursted
bubble
Please morn me
And wish it wasn't
Over
Reload your
bubble making gun
Gently breath
In my solution
Until I pop
Find new life
For I am a bubble dweller
And you are
An engineer
Of bubbles
Sent from my iPad
As stardust sprinkle falls
Across my eyes causing
Me to get very sleepy
While I slept
I had dreams of sugar plums
Dancing in the air
I watched and giggled
With excitement, like a child
My dreams are
Like a story in a book
Next, I had visions of Santa
Stuck inside a chimney with
Christmas gifts in his hands
While, the reindeers band together
To free him
I saw m&m’s candy
Break dancing on the
Dance floor
Spinning upside down on
Their big round heads
Chocolate falls hard and
Cracks her shell
Pieces of her were
All over the floor
Later, I was trapped
Inside of a giant bubble
It bursted, sending me
Sprawling to the floor
Which cause me to awaken
Foolishly I looked around
Thinking it was real
Going to school, meeting colleagues & students,
pulled off my time
Sharing tons of laughters,was a shrill of joy
Explaining the chapters with vivid examples gained
a good rapport.
Exchanged bunch of happiness..
Pupils bustling around me,resembled like moon revolving around earth
Their cute little answers for the question I ask,bursted
balloon of smile
The love and care they showered up on me has no limits.
Unconditional love is immeasurable...
Lovely students badged me as their young mother,
Coz they enjoyed my teaching and humour filled friendly classes
Colleagues loved me like a child and protected me like a flower.
Profession plunged with fondness...
Now, we sit in our homes,fearing the pandemic cause
Drowned in grief,hearing to news channel's,incurring high loss
Due to lockdown, standard of living has gone for a toss.
Disastrously the thrill is gone....
6-7-2020
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Title chosen:5.)The Thrill Is Gone
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Just like Isaiah was sent forth,
So too Did Sylvia Browne, Up North;
Sent to Preach to both gentiles and jews alike
And in “End Of Days” she wrote her spike.
Gloated over and called , Mad,
Mocked and jeered by many a lad,
And just like Isaiah, heeded not
so too, she was cut short.
They abided not by His word
Basking in pleasanteries far from the Lord,
Shunning his mercy page by page
Oblivious of His heinous rage
Then the Almighty fury
Bursted through the clouds in glory
Erupting from His glorious Hand
Landing in Turrets, in Wuhan!!
Like a scyth, men bowed like grasses
like smitherrens, they scattered like glasses
Spanish flu some did say,
But on and on, it spiraled, paused in replay.
The Media reeked of it
Others exclaimed “ God forbid”
On and on it erupted steadily,
From the hand that pointed unwaveringly.
Presidents sweated themselves in agony
while the old became history
Researchers hit heads on doorways,
mixing chemicals under sunrays.
“God’s wrath on Us for being inhumane?
Or Mans means to keep the poupulation maim?”
Such thoughts invaded many a head
While some more took to bed.
The Hand of God at us still points steadily
For our sins has cost us heavily
And while Science has bounced minutely
Is Time to return to God in Harmony.
While the heart is Pure
And Man is at peace with his brother for Sure
Only then Would God uplift his Hand
And Free us from the plight ofWuhan.
once upon a time,
May be the world was a dot,
Put in space by vast energy,
Where none of us existed at all,
That grew up in size by million emotions,
Putting on pressure to every point,
Where galaxies remained unknown to world,
Where oxygen and life flourished in steps,
At some point emotions bursted,
Control was lost by every piece,
Millions galaxies found their way,
To lit the path of life and light,
I was born far from that emotions,
To get the reason of explosion and bang,
But, still a joyful family and bae,
To explore the earth and milky way
Poetic injustice kvg .
Simply dispel the assumed notion of friendship and trust,
be stirred by this truth summoning a heavy morality cost;
in adolescence we bursted in laughter and gave spontaneous embraces,
it's very different now, distance has withered the smiles of tenderness.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, alone to confront their demise;
are we the ones who watch them struggle by hiding behind a thick wall...
instead of lending a hand and offer comfort when tragedy and illness strike?
And to prove our true friendship, we must stand by them whenever they fall!
I feel sorry for that one fighting fate without wearing a protective shield,
that indispensable armor to fend off adversities and win his many battles...
when nobody stands by him, and I rectify this injustice by defying his foes:
by coming forward, fighting side by side with him and be his defensive friend.
Friends forget the ones that life forsakes, the ones that shared all;
won't greed and idiocy show on their looks of pretentious pride?
Won't shame be smeared on their restless conscience as they appall
at their ingratitude by admitting the massive harm done inside?
I neglected my faith for years. It was a planted seed that needed water and fertilizer to grow and bloom. When I finally nurtured it, it bursted up from the roots and has been growing ever since. It has made me resilient. When adversities bend me like a horseshoe, I don't break because I've surrendered to God's loving grace. My faith is now strong and unwavering.
I'm resilient
My faith is unwavering
Surrendered to God
My Faith Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina Riddle
Dates written: 07/06/2020
Max is mad at Molly
Samantha’s sore at Seth
Freida’s freaking out at Frodo
While Hobbits hold their breath
Jack jokes about poor Jill
She hits him with her pail
Humpty cracks open Dumpty
For drinking all his ale
Mickey Mouse and Minnie
They both make quite a scene
Playful Pluto gave her paw
and stroked her jumping bean
Rub is furious with Dub Dub
She has another man in his tub
His bubble has been bursted
So he scrubs Dub with a club
Cats in cradles cows and moons
Forks running away with spoons
Coyote catches the Road Runner
In the end we’re all Looney Tunes
Nothing makes us happy
Sticks and stones me oh my
Kryptonic grade destruction
Broken Superman can’t fly
The Beatles Battled Yoko Ono
Because she broke up the band
They sang ‘Give Peace a Chance”
a dream they didn’t understand
So I walk down to the River
John the Baptist please begin
Separate me from human nature
Cause I’m tired of our sin
Every moment is a potion mixing
in the adjoinisent wave.
Where possibility falls like raindrops,
leaving you with the wonder of knowing;
how things are to be, how it is to behave.
Do you remember a time the warm summer air
gave birth to hatchlings that cloud-bursted
into your makeshift oasis?
By the Sea a Pool or a Pond, River,
Lake or Stream.
Born out of the blue, streaking
and skinny dipping back in, like a fiend.
R-Will-searching for love's Strombolient Cave,
rippled in urging,- execution of means and way.
Bursting anew into a heat seeking ring;
a resurging the repurposing of will
and union and new beginning from that day.
A whispered hint, a sneak peek from one
that has a hard time keeping a secret.
I must say!
Condensation passes from Her dripping maw,
savors, in understanding,
favors our barrage of desires,
with flavors grinning long.
Possibility indeed falls like raindrops,
bursting wet and pure.
Standing at our precipice,
rapping at our gate,
demuir
circumstances courting you in a belly-dance,
around that trial by fire, pregnant with fertility,
forged by the desire of our contemplate, inspired nativity.
Mystery's lungs breathe in perfect timing.
The sigh, heard as an inaudible
bracelet rattle, singing, opining.
Skipping, smirking, teasing and tattling.
Mother Love in Love in the distance you can hear the humming feminine prattle.
Peddling, a dance of pounces onto bare footing,
for riding atop of and settling, saddling.
in happiness's tantric trance.
Gaia roundabout,
Straddling.
Fairied in a Feminine dream.
Ferried by empathy.
Stitching stitchlings into
hand-maidens and hand-maidens
into the fabrics seams.
Seems as if the Familiar lips,
the atmospheres sway of hips; adept
the sensor censer of Holy Smoke equipped
with Angelic Sound, an anonomous kiss,
above Consecrated Ground is not at all
remiss.
Leaving home
To pursue a life
She bursted into tears
Like a detonated time bomb
And I felt I could split half
She drew me close
Her arms swallowed mine
It was a meaningful pose
The only reason of her fine
THE HUG
Words escaped her
But the messages were clear
From the bossom of her hug
'God loves you
As I do too
Let this be your shelter
Further and farther
Remember me always
In all your ways
Warm, wet , dry and cold
From my heart of gold
Achieve everything
I'll miss you'
I melted feet cold
I secured warmth
From the tea mug
For her assurance another hug
To ground her faith.
Her hands searched mine to hold
As I must go.
THE HUG AGAIN...